Ready to Comply: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Twelve ~ Thrown Out

*** Sorry this is late guys! I try to post every Friday, but this weekend has been chaotic. Anywho, I hope you like the story so far. :) Things will start speeding up right about now. Please vote and leave comments so I know if it's any good!!! ***

I am stunned, staring wide eyed at the large frame of Bucky as he stands just inside our front door. And for a moment I do not know how to respond.

"...What?"

"Get out. Now." His voice is stern but steady, as if he had prepared himself to say this. Had he completely forgotten our conversation earlier this morning, or worse, had it meant nothing to him?

"Bucky, what happened? Why are you all over the news?"

"Sophie, listen to me. I need you to leave right now."

"No! Not until you give me some answers."

He is silent, pursing his lips as if he wants to say something but can't.

"Are you afraid I'll be angry? Because I know that footage is falsified. It has to be, because you were here that day. My real concern is all the other stuff they are saying about you. Bucky, they are saying you killed people..."

"Sophie, I won't ask you again." he says as he takes a step closer to me, standing alarmingly close now. "If you don't leave, you're going to get hurt."

"But Buck-"

"Get out of my house!" he yells.

His voice is so loud and angry I immediately take a step back, a painful feeling in my chest as if someone has just taken a knife and pushed it into my heart. This is the first time he has ever yelled at me, and suddenly I am afraid to argue with him. But I cannot will my feet to move toward the door. My eyes are brimmed with tears as I try to recollect my thoughts.

Then something worse happens.

In the blink of an eye, Bucky grabs my arm with his metal hand and yanks me violently toward the door. He is holding me tight enough that I wail in pain.

"Shut up!" he yells as he drags me toward the door. His voice seems to shake the room around me.

Now I am terrified, because I no longer know if this is the real Bucky or the one who takes control at night. I stop fighting. My body is limp as he opens the door and drags me out into the hallway. He pulls me into a standing position, my face just inches away from his, and holds me by both wrists so I cannot pull away. His intense gaze locks with mine, and I can see such a seriousness in his stare that I am unable to look away. The throbbing pain in my wrists gets progressively worse, but I bite my lip and try to ignore it as he speaks.

"Walk out of the building," he growls slowly, emphasizing each word, "walk away from this place. And do not stop walking, no matter what you see or hear. Do you understand?"

I nod my head ever so slightly. Who knows what he would do if I refused. I notice how close we are to the railing that lines the stairs, and shiver as I imagine being thrown over the thin metal and falling several stories to the bottom floor. Is Bucky really capable of committing murder? He looks that way right now.

He finally releases my wrists, shoving me backwards so hard I nearly fall, and then waits in silence as I force myself to turn around and walk down the stairs. He watches me intently as I make my way down each flight, my legs shaky and my steps unsure. I walk out of the lobby door without looking back. I look around, decide to turn left, and I start walking. I have no destination in mind. I just look at the ground, my hands in the pockets of my pants, and move forward.

My mind is a mess of emotions that I cannot put in order. Shame, fear, doubt, anger, pain, depression. God, it has been forever since that word entered my mind. Well, more like six months....

I was aware of what I was walking away from. I was walking away from the one person I had ever felt right with, the one person who made me forget all the pain of the past, the one person who made me happy. And the sickening part was, it was my fault.

It had to be, right?

I imagine James went back inside once I was away from the building. But then again, I would not know.